A/N: I overestimated how long this last part was going to be by A LOT. So I decided to split it into two chapters and update both. You're welcome~

Please read the chapter before this if you haven't already!!

This chapter is dark, creepy, and etc. All the trigger warnings in the past parts of the special apply here as well. Don't read if you don't enjoy a bit of gore too.

There's important plot info in this and the previous part of the special, including scenes that Cordelia doesn't know about! Don't skip it just because you think it'll be a repeat of past chapters~ ;)

Alright, that's all! Please, enjoy the chapter~

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After that, time seemed to move in slow motion.

For me.

For everyone else.

It felt as if everyone were constantly moving through mud.

"...You need to take a break. You're going to overwork yourself at this rate," I said to Florence, who was surrounded by endless piles of papers in his office.

Ever since Cordelia, the supposed crown-princess of this country, went missing over two weeks ago, we were all permitted to leave the school for a break.

I had no idea why I was also permitted to leave the school grounds with them, but they even allowed me to reside in this country's palace with them.

Were they not worried that I, the king...well pretend-prince...of another nation, would use this opportunity to politically get the upper hand against them?

Or were they trying to get the upper hand on me?

"..." Florence didn't respond to me.

He never spoke these days.

There was no life left in his tired eyes.

It was as if he couldn't see.

He couldn't hear.

He couldn't feel.

"I'm serious. When was the last time you decided to take a nap? Sleep is a wonderful thing, trust me. You should try it," I said seriously as I watched his eyes rise slowly to mine.

"..."

I could tell by the look in his eyes.

He was quite blatantly telling me to 'leave.'

I turned my head away from him and left the room just like he wanted.

As I was walking, I bumped into Cordelia's brother, Ash, who was just blankly wandering the halls.

There were extreme eye bags under his eyes and he seemed to have aged five years over the worry of losing his beloved sister.

"Is there any news of her yet?" he asked me as he suddenly grabbed my shoulders.

I shook my head to his question and his hands fell to his sides.

"I see. I'm sorry for asking," he murmured with a painful chuckle before leaving without sparing me another glance.

If there was any way to describe what an animated corpse looked like, Ash would be the perfect example.

I need fresh air...

Immediately, I found myself slowly walking to one of the palace gardens.

And once I found a suitable place to sit, I let out a small sigh that contained all of my pent-up emotions inside.

The cold air felt comforting.

"Haha...I get why they're all depressed...but why am I..." I murmured.

...Why am I so affected by her absence as well?

As far as I was concerned, the most I should have felt was a bit sad and worried about Cordelia.

But...

Why was it that every day I woke up to stabbing pains in my heart...?

My throat tightened.

Cordelia...Where in the world did she go...?

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One day, the monster, Ace, gripped onto his chest in pain and began to choke on the air.

"Ace?!" Grey yelled as he went over to check on him.

"Cordelia...Where is she..." he whispered, his voice sounded hoarse.

Grey's face immediately went dark.

"Is there something wrong with milady?" he asked grimly, completely forgetting the fact that Ace was dying from pain in front of him.

"I can't...I can't feel her magic..." Ace whispered, his eyes shifting from pain to desperation.

"..."

"I don't know. I don't know where she is...Has Cordelia ever gone missing like this before...?" Ace asked, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Grey hesitated before shaking his head.

"Where did she go...?" Ace murmured, his voice breaking.

Grey shook his head once more and supported Ace with his arms.

"You're sick right now. Let's send you to your room and I'll call for a doctor to help you," Grey said as he led Ace away.

I watched as they moved away from me blankly.

Was Cordelia...dying...?

Something in my heart felt numb.

It scared me.

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Suddenly, the word that Cordelia had found her way back home had spread throughout the palace.

I felt strangely overly relieved for some reason.

As if the storm in my heart had suddenly dissipated.

Ah...everything will be alright now.

I debated on whether to go visit her right now or not, but I decided against it.

If I went to go see her now, I would be sandwiched between all those other dudes and feel super uncomfortable.

As I walked back to my room, I could see a fair boy with white hair sitting by a windowsill staring off into the distance.

His name was...Deux?

Out of everyone, he was certainly was the quietest.

He emitted a strange peaceful aura, even though he was always expressionless.

"Did you receive news that Cordelia arrived?" I asked the boy, who turned to glance at me slowly.

He blinked twice before nodding.

Oh...he's like me then.

He won't visit her until everyone calms down.

I nodded my head to the boy and then walked away back to my room.

I guess I can finally sleep comfortably now.

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The next day when I woke up, I went to the dining hall, where I assumed that Cordelia would be.

She loved food after all.

But what met me when I walked into the dining hall was a pig.

A human-pig.

"So, like, I was lost and, like, I was so, like, scared, but, like, luckily I, like, found a kind old couple to, like, help me, like, back," Cordelia squealed in a horrific nasal voice as she took tiny bites of her food.

What.

"Woah~! You're hot~!" she blurted when she saw my face.

I grimaced at the sight.

What was this...?

I examined her face and I immediately understood the problem.

It was illusion magic.

A powerful skilled form of illusion magic masked this woman's entire body, giving her the identical appearance of Cordelia.

I could see the Florence, Ash, and Grey sitting around her, smiling as if they couldn't see anything wrong with the situation at all.

Were they too emotionally destroyed by Cordelia's absence that they didn't even care she came back like...this...?

If Ace were here, this girl wouldn't have even gotten this far.

No, she wouldn't have even been able to walk through the front door.

Speaking of which, where was Ace...?

He seemed incredibly ill the last time I saw him, which was definitely not a good sign.

But he's a monster, so I'm sure nothing bad happened to him.

"Guys. Back away from her," I said as I walked into the room.

"Cordelia came back, Wolfe...! I guess we were worried for nothing," Florence chuckled, his eyes brimming with light as he completely ignored what I said.

I stared down at him.

How the heck was I going to tell him...?

"Yeah...uh...Wolf?! I'm back~!" Cordelia squealed with a loud laugh.

"My name is Wolfe, not Wolf," I told her coldly.

"Uh...like, what's the difference~?" she asked stupidly.

This bug.

I wanted to step on her until her neck cracked in half.

I turned to Florence, Ash, and Grey with a conflicted feeling in my chest.

Sorry...guys.

I waved my hand, guiding a small knife of mana through the illusion and cutting it away until all that was left was an ugly wench.

"She's not the real Cordelia, guys. Someone tried to fool us," I said to the others, who went stiff in their seats.

There was silence for a while, and the imposter wench stared at us with wide eyes, not even realizing that her illusion had already been canceled.

"What's, like, wrong guys~? Why's, like, everyone, like, so upset~?" she asked innocently.

No one even had time to react when Florence's hands somehow found themselves around her neck.

It happened so fast that even I couldn't see it.

"Who are you?" he asked, his eyes turning as red as the devil's.

Green eyes were special.

Under certain conditions, if a person with green eyes felt an extreme emotion, their eyes would turn a deep shade of red.

It was as if our green eyes were a window to our soul.

"W-Wh...at," the girl tried to squeak as Florence gripped her throat even tighter.

I turned my head to see Ash watching the situation with wide-eyes, confused over what was happening.

On the other hand, Grey, who was sitting by Ash, changed.

His expression grew colder the longer he watched the girl.

"Your highness...if you are angry, it is alright to kill her, you know," he whispered the words of the devil into Florence's ears.

Grey was not joking or kidding when he said these words.

Out of everyone here, perhaps he was the one most similar to a true demon.

His voice was deep and alluring as if it were made for the role of saying such frightening words.

And this was coming from me, the king of all demons.

Florence smirked when he heard what Grey had said.

"W...a...it..." she tried to squeak but no sound came out.

"You said it first...Grey," he said as he took his other free hand and ripped her head straight off with it.

A loud sound echoed throughout the room as the sound of her bones and esophagus were ripped apart in front of all of our eyes.

Her blood splashed all around and Florence dropped her head onto the floor before he kicked it as hard as he could into the nearest wall.

The sound of her skull crumbling to a million pieces sounded similar to the sound of an explosion.

She died within that instant.

And Florence didn't look guilty about it.

In fact, the only person in the room who looked like he was about to throw up was Cordelia's brother, Ash.

He looked sick to his stomach but he didn't try to stop Florence and simply accepted the situation as it was.

What happened to all of them...?

They changed.

They all changed horribly.

I winced at the sight and immediately left the room before I lost control of myself at the sight of all that blood.

If this...this was how much they changed in a few weeks...what would happen if Cordelia never came back...?

The thought frightened me to my core.

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Weeks later, Cordelia still had not found her way back.

Everyone had changed.

It was difficult to tell if they were even human anymore.

Ace seemed to live as though he had completely lost his soul.

He wasn't angry or irrational anymore.

He was simply empty, unable to do anything.

On the other hand, Florence had matured wonderfully into a tyrant.

He killed anyone in his way without a single blink.

He used the people, whether they liked it or not, to do his bidding.

Within weeks, the capital was turned upside-down.

And Ash had lost himself and seemed to be going more and more insane as the days passed.

He grew weaker and weaker, not knowing what to do with himself.

Grey and Deux started to stick together in order to keep themselves sane.

And Lin and Min, the twins, both stayed at their estate, spending vast amounts of money with the aim of doing who-knows-what.

I sat down in the corner of my room.

It was dark.

I could see Diana clearly.

Diana...

I don't know what to do.

What should I do...?

Everyone's changing.

They're all changing.

It's scary.

Diana.

I'm scared.

I don't want this.

I don't want them all to change like this.

I'm scared.

Diana...

I want Cordelia back...

She was the only one who reminded me of you.

But she's gone.

She's gone.

What if she's gone forever...?

My chest hurts.

Diana.

Diana.

Diana...

What should I do...?

"You should go back to your kingdom and ask for help."

I flinched and immediately looked up at Diana.

"You...Y-You can speak...?!" I asked out loud in a shaky voice.

Diana didn't say anything—her lifeless bloodshot eyes didn't move at all.

But instead.

She smiled at me.

A wide grin.

Her teeth were yellow and her eyes were hollow and her skin was deathly pale and there were so many other things wrong with this picture...but she was smiling.

"Hahaha...Diana...You must have died and accidentally went to hell. Your smile...it's scary," I said out loud.

Diana went back to her unmoving-self and I turned my gaze away from her.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

I'm going crazy.

Ah...let's do as Diana says and pay a visit to mother.

Maybe...she'll help me.

Mother might help me.

Right?

Diana?

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"You came all the way back here to ask me to help you find another wh-re?!" my mother screeched as she grabbed my ear and yanked it harshly.

Haha...Diana...you were wrong.

You haven't spoken in years and the first thing you said was a lie.

Diana...

Diana, you're too clumsy.

"It seems I didn't teach you enough the last time! After you finally killed that green-haired b-tch, you come running back to me to help you find another one?! Who do you think you are?!" my mother yelled as she reached into my pocket and took out the bottle of pills that I had always carried around with me.

"Mother...? No...No...Not the pills..." I said to her blankly.

I reached out to grab them.

No...

No...I need them.

I can't live without them.

"What is with that horrifying look on your face?!" my mother said as she slapped me.

She took my bottle of pills and threw them away.

"You look like a drug addict. No...you are a drug addict! Were these pills addicting?! What the heck were those researchers thinking when they gave you them!" my mother groaned.

"Pills...No...Mother, don't take them away," I said, my body shaking over the fact that she had just taken the whole bottle.

"I'm never sending you another bottle of these again...! There must have been another side effect we didn't know about!! I mean..." my mother muttered.

She looked at my face and winced.

"You look insane, Wolfe. It looks like these pills did more damage to your mind than we thought it would," she said as she kicked me away.

"Mother...? Please, no..."

"LOOK AT YOU! Instead of groveling on your knees for blood, you're begging for a bottle of pills now! What is the difference?! Listen to me, Wolfe, those pills were addictive. Don't touch them again," my mother said as she held me up by the face.

Those pills...?

Addicting...?

I can't have them anymore...?

What...?

Why...?

"Not only were they addicting, but it also looks like they messed up your mind as well! What in the world were those researchers thinking when they said those pills were good for you?!" my mother screeched as she looked ready to pull her hair out.

"Mother, no...No...give them back..."

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME!" she screamed.

After that, she spent the rest of the day trying to beat some sense back into me.

And, when she couldn't, she sent me all the way back to Silverbell's royal palace where all the other boys were, to get rid of me.

Mother abandoned me again.

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When I knocked on the front door of the palace and greeted the others, they didn't even mention why I looked so disheveled or why there were so many large bruises all over my body.

"Did you manage to get your country to help?" Florence asked me when I walked through the front door.

His voice was cold.

The others were standing behind him and, from the time I had left for Macrog until now, they had all warped even further.

None of them had even the slightest look of compassion in their gazes as they stared at me.

They all felt like living statues.

Not a single one of them showed a single emotion on their faces.

Ah...I'm too late.

"No," I answered Florence's question.

Florence went silent for a brief moment before his stoic face scrunched up in disgust.

"You useless b-stard," Florence spat as he walked past me, brushing his shoulder on mine and knocking my beaten and weak body to the ground.

The others left behind him too, not sparing me a single glance as I laid collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Haha...When did everything go wrong...?

I wanted to fall asleep.

To forget any of this happened.

After a while, I could sense the presence of one person by my side.

I looked up to see a pair of green eyes staring back into mine.

Ace.

He was the only one who stayed behind.

"Call for some doctors to help him. Make sure he's comfortable and gets uninterrupted rest," Ace ordered to a nearby servant before leaving on his own without saying a single word to me.

Hah.

Hahaha.

I bet he was disappointed in me as well.

Mother was disappointed in me.

Now everyone here is too.

Do I even belong here?

In this world?

What's the point of me living like this?

Hahahahaha...

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I was sent to the hospital and I had an empty room all to myself to recover.

How wonderful.

I finally get peace and quiet.

The days passed by slowly and I could feel myself recover.

I had the body of a vampire, so my bruises disappeared one-by-one.

But, I forcefully added more bruises to my body as they healed in order to ensure that my stay in the hospital would last longer.

I didn't want to go back.

I didn't want to go back to that hellish world.

Eventually, I was informed that I wasn't the only one who was sent to the hospital for medical reasons.

There were some of the other boys here as well.

The twins had their hands chopped off, which wasn't that surprising when you thought of how reckless everyone was acting these past few months.

What surprised me more was that both Deux and Ace were sent to the hospital as well.

I wonder what happened to those two.

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For a normal drug addict, it would take them months to recover—perhaps even years.

But I wasn't human to begin with, so it only took me a few weeks of agony to forget about those bloodlust suppressants and the miracles they would do to my mind to forget about my cursed desire for blood.

Yet, I realized something in those last few weeks.

Those pills were certainly scary.

Ever since I stopped taking them, Diana, who had always watched me from the corner of my room, disappeared as if she were only a figment of my imagination.

Actually, no...She had always been a figment of my imagination—I just didn't know until now.

It was hard...

And, now that I had felt as if though I had officially moved on, a new wave of desire hit me that was even worse than my addiction to those pills.

It was the addiction of blood.

These days, a sweet smell keeps haunting me whenever I open my eyes.

My body had gone years without it.

The sweet taste of blood.

It wasn't an understatement to say that I could kill the next person to walk into my room.

So, I forced myself asleep in hopes that, if anyone did come in, I would be asleep and, thus, not notice their presence.

It worked for a while.

Luckily, the effects of those bloodlust suppressants that I had taken for years on end had not left my body completely yet and they worked to calm my body a bit.

So I spent my time quietly in the hospital.

If only...things could stay like this forever.

I just wanted to forget reality.

Even if it was just for a moment.

I just wanted to forget that anything existed.

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One day, something woke me from my sleep.

This had not happened before, so I was worried that something bad was going to happen.

And then I saw it.

A pair of crystal-blue eyes.

"I see...Has anyone ever asked him how he got all those awful bruises?" the blue-eyed girl spoke to her servant slowly.

"We have...but he refuses to tell us. So we stopped asking, milady."

Cordelia...?

Was that her...?

"What about the other guys?"

"They are in different rooms. This hospital only allows up to a maximum of one or two people per room, milady. Wolfe requested his own private room so he could rest comfortably," her servant replied

"I see..."

"I'll go check in with a nearby worker to lead us to the next room, milady," Grey said as he left the room.

Why...

Why so suddenly...?

Why did she come back so suddenly...?

Out of nowhere?

When did she come back?

So many questions floated through my mind.

She was the real deal.

The real Cordelia.

Standing in front of me.

"Wow...I never knew that dude could talk like a normal person," I said, doing my best to say anything to her.

"You're awake?" she asked, turning around to look at me.

Ah...her eyes.

They're the same shade of blue as always.

It was really her.

"Yeah...I'm planning on falling back asleep though..." I replied slowly.

She asked me a few more questions and I answered them clumsily in her presence.

All I could think of at this moment was that...it was really her.

I had thought...

The whole time she was gone, I thought that I wasn't too worried about her—that I was only worried about what would happen to the rest of us without her.

But I was wrong.

I was very very very wrong.

The moment I saw her eyes on mine, it felt as if all my problems suddenly melted away.

I had missed her dearly.

Just like the others, I was a fool waiting for her to come back home.

"No...not really. By the way, did you just get back? It feels like a long time since I've seen you," I said.

"Yeah, I just got back yesterday..." she nodded.

I smiled.

I was just like the others.

Just like the other boys who were ready to throw their lives away for her.

I almost wanted to laugh out loud.

Did I have these feelings for her the whole time...?

How stupid of me.

But it was too late.

I joined the group too late.

There were already too many other men surrounding her.

There were no more gaps for me to fill in.

There was no place for me to be by her side.

"Wow...I barely noticed you were gone," I said, ignoring what words I truly wanted to say from the bottom of my heart.

It was best to create a wide ravine between me and her now before it would become too late for me to turn back.

"I............Okay then. How did you end up in the hospita-"

"How's the weather today?" I asked, interrupting her.

"I wasn't really paying attention...But why do you have so many bruis-"

"Well then, it was good talking to you. I'm going back to sleep...so visit me later," I nodded to her before closing my eyes to sleep.

And, as I hoped, she left.

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After a while, the hospital refused to keep me with them any longer.

No...

I can't leave yet...

If I leave...

I'll...

The effects of the bloodlust suppressants that had lingered until now were already on the verge of disappearing.

I didn't know what would happen to me if they really did disappear.

What would happen to me...?

But the hospital threw me out easily, saying that the only thing wrong with me at this point was the number of bruises on my body that seemed to never disappear.

I was taken back to the palace against my will—a sweet smell going up my nose everywhere I went.

There are too many people.

I slammed open the door of my room, taped a note out front so nobody could enter, and closed it.

It's okay.

If I don't leave, they'll forget about me eventually.

And if they read my note, they won't enter the room.

I can just stay here for a while.

I can't be found out as a vampire now.

I had already grown too attached to everybody here.

I'll be kicked out again.

I can't let that happen.

And so, I stayed in my room for weeks.

The familiar, unbearable heat rushed throughout my body all of a sudden one day and it knocked my rationality away.

It came so suddenly that I had no time to prepare and it left me breathless.

Hot...

It was so unbearably hot.

Finally...the lingering effects of those bloodlust suppressants had finally disappeared...

I tried opening up my windows, but the only thing that happened was a sweet scent floated into my room, making me intoxicated off of the smell.

I slammed my windows shut.

Haha...

A vampire's worst nightmare: being thirsty in a country full of humans.

I gritted my fangs and crouched in the corner of my room.

Why...

What do I do...?

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A Few Weeks Later

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No one had visited me once throughout this entire time.

I was thankful.

I didn't even have the proper rationality to feel lonely.

My body went as cold as ice as soon as the hot fiery desire of blood in my body burnt out and I suffered because of it.

Ah...I need to sleep.

If I sleep, I'll be able to forget about all of this.

I laid down on my bed and covered my body with the blankets.

It was still cold.

It was unbearably cold.

I shivered uncontrollably under my sheets as my mind lost whatever reasonability it had left and began to fantasize over the beautiful color red.

Blood.

Sweet.

Savory.

Delicious.

Blood.

Cordeli-

I stopped myself.

No.

This couldn't be happening.

Never again.

I can never make that mistake again.

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I had a dream.

It was a dream where Diana was still alive.

It was a happy, blissful dream.

It was a dream that I would gladly trade my current life for.

But then it changed.

And I saw myself devouring Diana's blood like a monster, unable to stop.

The warmth of her body slowly melting away the coldness of my skin.

It was an addicting dream.

More addicting than drugs.

More addicting than blood.

I wanted to relive that dream again.

I wanted to relive those last moments.

Ah...what is wrong with me.

Of course...I don't want this.

I don't want this.

But then something warm touched me and woke me up from my dream.

"Wolfe...! Wolfe...! What's wrong?! Wake up," someone said in a sweet, worried voice as they shook my body awake.

Why are you here...?

Cordelia...

Why...

She stood up all of a sudden and was about to run away somewhere.

No...

Don't run away...

Don't run away from me...

I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Wolfe...?" she asked me as she turned around to look at me.

The sound of her voice made me go insane.

Crack.

All the strength in my body went to my hands around her wrist and I snapped it in half.

Cordelia...

I could see her snowy white nape through the darkness.

I licked my lips.

No...

Yes...

No...

Yes...

No...I don't want this.

"...r...un..." I tried to gasp out as I dragged her into my body and bit down on her nape without hesitation.

Immediately, blood splashed out from the wound and coated my tongue in blotches of her blood.

Sweet.

So sweet.

"Wolfe...?! Hey, what are you doin-" Cordelia tried to push me away before it was too late.

But it was too late.

My poison had already begun circulating through her body.

And she went limp.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Not again.

In my eyes, I could see the shadow of Diana behind her.

Why.

Why.

Why.

"...r...un..." I cried.

But she couldn't run.

I knew that.

She could never run from me now.

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A/N: And, with that, this special is now complete! Woohoo~ I hope you guys enjoyed seeing Wolfe's perspective! He's a pretty unlucky guy...

Welp. Let's hope he gets a good ending! Hahaha~ ;)

Anyway, in the next chapter, we'll be back to seeing Cordelia's point of view again!

Sorry for the slightly later update this week...all of my homework is due before midnight this year so I have to get my homework done first before writing...I hope you don't mind!

Thanks, again, to my readers/voters/commenters~

Stay safe!

Okie byeee!

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